Chapter 154

The attack of "unknown" has not yet come, and the vast wave of holy power has been transmitted first.

The blood curtain over the sky was easily pierced through a big hole and then quickly dissipated.

The projection of the evil god Purcell felt the pure white and blazing light earlier than Princeton. In the passionate "opera" performance, his face was instantly stiff, like wearing a false mask.

Obviously, the unforgettable taste reminds him of the "painful" experience long ago.

As a great existence of half man and half god, there are few things that can make him care in this material world where the true God cannot come, but... That light is one of them!

"Is it the means left behind by the" false god "

More than a hundred years ago, the seal was defeated by the angel of the Black Iron Cross Church. Eight years ago, the Welsh family began to plan for the sacrifice. Now, after nearly ten years of preparation, it is not easy to infiltrate some of the strength.

What he didn't expect was that after such a long time, the local church still had special means for itself? At this time, in the face of the old opponent left behind the restraint force, naturally some fear.

After paying a huge price and a long time, what she sent out was only a projection that was less than one tenth of her own strength. Perseus was not prepared to take risks easily, and she could not afford to fail again.

"Ha ha! The curtain call ceremony will be delivered next time! "

Seeing that only a small number of sailors on the sea have been killed by their own ability, and that the city has not even been affected by their own strength, his heart is dissatisfied, but he can only grunt, "thank God for his kindness."

At this time, Purcell still maintained the elegant posture of an opera performer, bowing gently in mid air to call the curtain. Then his ostentatious figure, like a weathered mural, peeled off and faded in the air.

Maybe it won't take a second for him to escape from here completely, and then he will make a comeback in a few years and dedicate a grand "tragedy" performance to the city again!

Buzz -

but at this moment, percel's space is suddenly frozen! Has been very dark figure quickly restored!

A pure white circular space quietly opens here, as if the whole world is only black and white, other places are white and bright, only percel's own body is black as ink.

Black and white space outside.

Surrounded by solemn hymns and holy plumes of light, a slightly illusory angel's shadow has spread its huge white wings and quietly surrounded the space. In his hands, a dazzling weapon is slowly coming.

"No!"

When percel really realized that the attack had come, he found himself locked up like a bug wrapped in amber.

Most of the time, the extraordinary don't rely on their fighting power, especially the gods. Although the overall strength is far more than that of ordinary people, it only has infinite power in its own clergy or field, but it is only slightly stronger than the fourth level in other aspects.

After all, the power of blocking space does not belong to his field.

"Ha ha ha, you can't stop me any more!"

Percel knew that the angel who had sealed himself could not come again in such a short time, and the church here could not afford the price. If it's just a weapon left by an angel, even if it's just a projection now, it's not without the power of World War I.

Although he is more like an evil careerist standing behind the scenes than a fighter who is good at fighting, as the God at the top of the world's power, he does not have no means to deal with it.

Instant.

The neutral figure in a rigid state and ostentatious dress began to change.

Fat and rude middle-aged men, graceful and graceful beautiful ladies, wise old people, lively and lovely children, solemn judges, thieves and so on.

All the existing characters in the stage play appear in turn and then collapse. The sacrifice of each character can only last for a short time, but it allows him to temporarily break away from the confinement and escape a certain distance.

This is his mythical form. The concept of "opera performer", which is composed of the ever-changing stage images he once played, is also the core of his divinity.

Anyone who has acquired immortal divinity should not be underestimated!

No one knows how many vivid stage images the God who created the form of opera once had. Relying on the consumption of this power source, he really made percel close to the outside of the black-and-white space.

Click -

it's obvious that the space blockade realized by ordinary people through appliances failed to form a closed loop, and there are still loopholes. After percel moved to the edge of the space, he just spent a few stage images again to break the blockade of the space diaphragm and break free!

"Wheezing..."Although she successfully extricated herself, Purcell's face was so ugly that she couldn't even pay attention to the strange laughter.

The pompous image of the opera actor is only his human body, and the mythical form is his noumenon. Just a short distance of more than ten meters just now has consumed nearly two-thirds of his divine origin.

If we can't carry out several large-scale evil sacrifices in a short time, this part of the power will never be found again.

However, the wisdom of the God made him not mean to speak any more cruel words. As soon as he got out of trouble, his body began to become illusory again. It was obvious that he was about to run away again without saying a word...

"'steam Fortress' main gun fired!!"

A loud thunder on the sea made him look down.

"What is it?" A bright white light suddenly lit up on the sea under his feet and filled his vision.

Boom -

"no -!"

Looking at Purcell who was blasted back into the black-and-white space by a main gun, he faced up to the bright spear point of the angel's shadow, and there was no more force to resist, "bang" burst into ashes!

Under the control of invisible force, only a tiny particle of light, which is even brighter than gold, gently falls into a tall and graceful figure's gold bottle.

"Old benedet did a good job. The position of Archbishop of the parish of faletis is yours." Standing in the bow of the ship, Princeton President, who just made a divine assist, really showed his heartfelt smile after the dust settled.

After all, we are faced with a fifth order demigod who stands at the top of the power of the main material world. Even if it is just a projection, even if we have made enough preparations, no one can say that we are 100% sure.

The second level and above supernatural forces are restricted to join in the search for "killers". The official witches with richer means and abilities are restricted to intervene. They constantly give the "dead soul box" opportunities, and even step on the key nodes to rescue the scene. Until they witness the evil god projection coming, the old man is waiting for this moment.

First of all.

With the help of the church, we can weaken the power of some evil gods, but the disappearance of this projection can make this restless guy suffer for at least a hundred years. Otherwise, it's just a "dead soul box". Even if it's eliminated in advance, the evil god can find another opportunity to throw out two or three or even more, so as to treat the symptoms rather than the root cause.

In addition, the power of the God given weapon "holy gun Durandal" was consumed in the war, and it is impossible to restore the great power of "counter cutting the gods" without long-term sacrifice in the future.

The relationship between the parties is both cooperation and confrontation. The natural opposition between the wizard Association and the Orthodox Church will not change because of the temporary cooperation. How can Princeton be unhappy when two thorns are pulled out of his back?

Even if the church didn't act according to the agreement, it had enough backhand to deal with it, but after the city crisis, it was the church's turn to deal with the public trust crisis.

However, since the result is perfect, the follow-up plan can be permanently sealed. And the bishop who has cooperated with all this deserves what he wants.

What's more, the old man looked at the gold bottle in his Royal Highness's hand behind him. He was more and more happy. The price he had paid before was worth it!

The evil God appeared in front of the audience and threatened the whole audience, but he left without any trace.

Purcell, who has gone grey, can't imagine that his actions have long been calculated by a group of humble mortals. No matter how he chooses, there are more than one emergency plan waiting for him.

From the beginning to the end, he is just a bargaining chip for the exchange of interests between mortals...

hehe... Boasting of a great God?

"Your eminence, confirm that the projection of the evil god Purcell has completely dissipated, and there is no sign of reopening the seal!"

In Newcastle Cathedral, after a temporary memorial ceremony was held to inspire the God given weapon "holy spear Durandal", hundreds of priests were forced to stay on the ground because of overdraft of holy power. Only the clergymen above the rank of priest were slightly better.

Hearing the voice of the middle-aged priest, the old bishop who stood in front of the goddess and closed his eyes to pray opened his eyes. As the leader of the ceremony, he has confirmed the result of the battle through his spiritual connection with the holy spear, which is more accurate than the detection of the middle-aged priest.

"Blessed by the goddess!"

"Blessed by the goddess!" The middle-aged priest quickly followed.

"To double the frequency of mass after the church, the power of the holy gun needs to be restored as soon as possible, otherwise it will not be enough to deter heretics!"

Looking at the hand of a snow-white angel beside the statue of the goddess, the old bishop benedet said solemnly that the handle looked ordinary and even shabby.

"Your will, sir!

This time, I have asked people to compile a new hymn, which will soon be sung by the choir. The mercy of the goddess will always be on her lambs

The middle-aged priest bowed slightly.

Seeing that the old bishop nodded his head with satisfaction, the middle-aged priest seemed to be greatly encouraged to salute again, and then turned back.

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